His voice thickens, and he presses my hand over his heart. “But I think…secretly,” he clutches my fingers tightly, “there’s a voice here that still hopes Elise can find a way to love the monster within.”
My breath hitches, and I pull him down and kiss him.
He still loves me. Elias, Kian, whoever he is now, this man in my arms loves me more than anything.
Our kiss turns messy. Teeth against teeth. Tongue dueling, soft suctions, sharp bites. He pins me onto the bed as he moves down my body, dragging kiss after kiss across every inch of me.
My clit throbs, my wetness leaking down my thighs. I’m aching, empty, needing him inside me, filling me up.
“Elias, please,” I moan.
“Please what?”
He bites my inner thigh, and I shudder.
“Fuck me. Make love to me. Fill me up. I need you.”
He lets out a masculine groan and spreads my legs. “Look at this beautiful pussy throbbing. The pretty pink. Your sweetness, all for me?”
“Yes,” I cry out when he clamps his lips over my clit, tongue lashing the hard point.
Stars appear behind my eyes, and I clutch his hair, hips canting up, holding on as he devastates me with his talented mouth. Soft circles. Hard flicks, a finger teases my entrance before sliding in, then another.
The sounds of his suction and fingers join the drumming of the rain and the thundering of my heart.
Every cell in me sensitizes, pressure gathering at breakneck speed.
“So sweet,” he grits out. “Fuck, you’re too sweet for me. I should stay away. I’m not right for you.”
No, you’re exactly who I need.
Another full lick from my tight rosebud up to my clit.
“Elias, please!” My legs tremble. I feel the pinnacle barreling toward me.
“Not so fast, my beautiful Elise.”
In a flash he’s above me again, his cock nudging at my entrance.
His jaw tics and he braces himself on his forearms above me, holding still.
“Who am I?” he whispers, echoing the same question from the dungeon.
A flurried pulse hammers in his neck. I don’t know what he wants me to call him…Kian or Elias…but it doesn’t matter, because he’s one person to me.
I trace the thick scar on his cheek.
“You’re my husband,” I whisper. “And all your scars are beautiful to me.”
Those brilliant eyes widen. He crushes his lips to mine and surges in, thrusting his cock inside me to the hilt.
I cry into our kiss as the pain ignites the overpowering pleasure, and I shatter into pieces.
He threads our fingers together, joining us body and soul as he powers his hips, thrust after thrust, dragging out my orgasm.
The sparks never abate but burgeon once more.
My mind blanks, my vision flickering, I thrash under his powerful body, my feet digging into his ass as sharp currents run through my nerves again.
